"'I don't reckon he hurts none now,' says Dan, ''cause he's done
cashed in his stack. Why! girl, he's dead; eighteen bullets, caliber
forty-five, plumb through him.'

"'No, but Dave! Is Dave shot?' Tucson Jennie says, a-wringin' of her
small paws.

"'Now don't you go to feelin' discouraged none,' says Dan, beginnin'
to feel sorry for her. 'We fixes the wretch so his murderin' sperit
won't be an hour behind Jim's gettin' in. The Stranglers has him in
the Red Light, makin' plans to stretch him right now.'

"We-alls has consoomed drinks all 'round, an' Enright is in the
chair, an' we're busy settin' up a big front about hearin' the case,
when Tucson Jennie, with a scream as scares up surroundin' things to
sech a limit that five ponies hops out of the corral an' flies,
comes chargin' into the Red Light, an' the next instant she drifts
'round Tutt's neck like so much snow.

"'What for a game do you call this, anyhow?' says Jack Moore, who's
a heap scand'lized. 'Is this yere maiden playin' anythin' on this
camp?'

"'She's plumb locoed with grief,' says Dan Boggs, who follers her
in, 'an' she's done got 'em mixed in her mind. She thinks Dave is
Baxter.'

"'That's it,' says Cherokee. 'Her mind's stampeded with the shock.
Me an' Jack takes her over to Jim's corpse, an' that's shore to
revive her.' An' with that Cherokee an' Jack goes up to lead her